“I think he did.”
I kissed the top of her uneven hair.
“You know…”
“I was worried last night.”
She looked up.
“About my hair?”
“I was afraid someone might make fun of you.”
She laughed softly.
“They did.”
My heart sank.
“What?”
“For about five minutes.”
“Then…”
She looked around the auditorium.
“…everyone started asking where they could donate theirs too.”
I squeezed her hand.
At that moment, my phone buzzed.
Unknown number.
Normally I wouldn’t have answered.
Something told me to pick up.
“Hello?”
A woman introduced herself.
“My name is Rebecca Lawson.”
“I’m the director of Hope Locks Foundation.”
I frowned.
“Okay…”
“We just received over two hundred calls this morning.”
“All asking about one twelve-year-old girl.”
I looked at Letty.
“What?”
The woman laughed softly through tears.
“We think your daughter may have just started something much bigger than a school kindness project.”
I stared at the stage.
At twenty-three students.
At teachers.
At parents.
At one little girl smiling again after believing the world only wanted to laugh at her.
Rebecca continued.
“We’d like to ask Letty something.”
“What?”
She paused.
“We’re organizing the largest children’s hair donation campaign our state has ever attempted…”
Another pause.
“…and we’d like your daughter to be the face of it.”
